What are these?
These empty eyes.
I look in the mirror and I don't see me,
Just a plain reflection.

I touch my face to see if
I can summon life to its surface.
My finger tips are rough and scratchy,
Not capable of a loving tough.

What is this shell I have become?
How is it possible that moments of
Happiness can change to despair in the
Blink of an eye?

Oh, those empty eyes.

My thoughts race around
And around
As the black takes over.

And then..
Then there is nothing.